A half hour northwest of Center City, the neighborhood of Chestnut Hill is what some might call a “bedroom suburb” of Philadelphia, although it has a Philadelphia zip code. I’ve lived in Chestnut Hill for all of five months, and have walked up and down its main thoroughfare — Germantown Avenue — countless times. More often than not, I’m accompanied by my Boxer companion, Baby Girl. The two of us window shop (or at least I do), feel the sun on our faces, breath in the fresh air, and smile at other passers-by. Chestnut Hill has the charm of a quaint European village, and nearly all of the same accoutrements: art galleries, bakeries, cafes, boutiques, a school, a church, a co-op market, and even a hotel lining either side of historic Germantown Avenue. Today I present you with a few snapshots of the neighborhood I’ve grown to love.
On sunny days such as today, one can find these paintings adorning the storefront of Lavender Hill Home, a boutique that sells art, gifts, furnishings, and jewelry. Every time I pass them, I’m charmed by these artistic renderings of cows.
Fiesta III Pizza is aesthetically pleasing and (so I hear) a treasure trove for the tastebuds.
Here I am — sans make-up, new iPhone in tow — inside of El Quetzal, a local gift shop and clothing boutique.
I pass Bredenbeck’s Bakery at least once a day. Their window displays are worthy of note, and the smells wafting through the air surrounding their location are to die for.
Even the door to Ruth Funeral Parlor looks inviting. (Hopefully I won’t have to see what it looks like from the inside anytime soon, though.)
Christ Ascension Lutheran Church, as viewed from Germantown Avenue at night, looks like something straight out of a storybook.
Last but not least, I leave you with a photo taken a few months ago at the Chestnut Hill Street Fair. The woman running the booth wears a smile that says it all: we’re happy to be here in Chestnut Hill.